Teng Kun jerked back, wrapping his arms around himself. "I said... a well..."
Wu Yue leaned in closer again, her voice sharp with impatience. "Not that part, the line after it."
Teng Kun flinched, intimidated by the look on her face—as if she were about to eat him alive. "It's missing a... well curb?"
Wu Yue slapped her hands together, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Yes, yes! That's it! A well curb!"
'If the cellar couldn't be built near a water source, that meant they had to get the waterproofing right.'
Puffing out her small chest—not nearly as impressive as Teng Kun's pecs—Wu Yue was brimming with renewed vigor. "Alright, men! Let's build a sturdy well curb for our cellar!"
Teng Kun looked at Wu Yue in utter disbelief. "A cellar needs a well curb?"
Wu Yue's eyes narrowed. "You have a problem with me?"
Teng Kun immediately tensed, shaking his head like a rattle. "We'll build it! If you say so, then of course we'll build it."
